I note the 'Secret Deal' between the Australian Govt and the Obama Administration to send 2500 Iranian and Iraqi refugees, mostly men, to settle in the USA from Nauru/PNG etc seems to have run into a bit of a bump with the incoming Trump folk saying "Hang on, hang on a minute...just hang on a tick..." Australia announced the secret deal as soon as Trump won to try to legitimise it and get it done fast whilst Obama was still in 'da House'...and it still may happen if they are really quick...which would be something unknown for the US Immigration Dept... but then the Australian Govt hasn't yet announced to Australians that the deal involves Australia settling 2500 Central Americans, not legit refugees per se, who the USA has totalled refused settlement to. The Oz government was so certain Hillary would continue the Legacy of Obama and they didn't see Trump coming. Australia may actually have to work out its own immigration issues and talk to Australians about it. "Oh what is that thing ahead? Isn't that a deer caught in the headlights?" "Oh, no, that's just the Australian Prime Minister."

I note the 'Secret Deal' between the Australian Govt and the Obama Administration to send 2500 Iranian and Iraqi refugees, mostly men, to settle in the USA from Nauru/PNG etc seems to have run into a bit of a bump with the incoming Trump folk saying "Hang on, hang on a minute...just hang on a tick..."

Australia announced the secret deal as soon as Trump won to try to legitimise it and get it done fast whilst Obama was still in 'da House'...and it still may happen if they are really quick...which would be something unknown for the US Immigration Dept...

but then the Australian Govt hasn't yet announced to Australians that the deal involves Australia settling 2500 Central Americans, not legit refugees per se, who the USA has totalled refused settlement to.

The Oz government was so certain Hillary would continue the Legacy of Obama and they didn't see Trump coming. Australia may actually have to work out its own immigration issues and talk to Australians about it.

"Oh what is that thing ahead? Isn't that a deer caught in the headlights?"

"Oh, no, that's just the Australian Prime Minister."

Well, the noble BBQ has gone to its new home, half the balcony plants have gone to their new home. Nice plants. The rest, but one, go tomorrow. Was wandering around at work last evening feeling that going away feeling. Nice work mates. House is becoming overwhelmed with packing boxes. Sigh. Step by step. Things to do.

Well, the noble BBQ has gone to its new home, 
half the balcony plants have gone to their new home.  
Nice plants. The rest, but one, go tomorrow.
Was wandering around at work last evening feeling that going away feeling.
Nice work mates.
House is becoming overwhelmed with packing boxes.
Sigh.
Step by step.
Things to do.

False Muslims in a cage of rage burning down a Christmas Tree False Christians in a fit of shit Oh Goodness me, turn the ragged, tired page a bit... Who needs TV or National Geography, ...it still is 1453...AD! Nothing learned and nothing gained for all who joyed and all who pained the Imbecile remains the Sage.

False Muslims in a cage of rage

burning down a Christmas Tree

False Christians in a fit of shit

Oh Goodness me, turn the ragged, tired page a bit...

Who needs TV or National Geography,

...it still is 1453...AD!

Nothing learned and nothing gained

for all who joyed and all who pained

the Imbecile remains the Sage.

Time to sleep, the song to keep, the bird hidden for enough of deep.

Poem So yes be old and yes be grey for in our time, to time we pay and dance a bit our nervous talk of what is cheese and what is chalk

Poem
So yes be old and yes be grey
for in our time, to time we pay
and dance a bit our nervous talk
of what is cheese and what is chalk

yep, that's me

Being quite serious for a brief time, which is no effort, I'm happy to be leaving my current employer, and to be leaving Cairns. I've been 3 and 1/2 years with my employer, which, for me, is a reasonable enough time to do one particular thing well enough, and this time leaving without creating too much destructive trouble for the status quo. Long may they quo, as is their wont. I've been in Cairns, apart from about 8 years in Asia, for the last 25 years, or maybe more, and it has been...what can I say....very hot and tropical. My fondest memories of Cairns are when I was asleep once sitting naked in a deck chair in the shallow sea just north of Buchan's Point...asleep for 8 hours in that chair and in that shallow warm salty Coral Sea as the tides changed back and forth, and turned all around me. Blissful indolence and sensory perfection within the soft murmur of the Great Sea. You can only have that once, I think, and that was years ago. So I believe it is a good time to go from here... in this getting-near hottest wettest time of the Tropical Doldrum months, with cyclones yet to come. Yeecch! Cyclones are okay, really, but if you depend on them for entertainment of the mind and heart, then they are far too few and far between. And then to arrive in Old Melbourne Town in it's hottest dry time, as unforeseen bushfires grip the rim of the city as they do every unforeseen and unprepared year...and then to gradual equip for the first cold winter I will have experienced in 30 years. Street noise, trams, 4 million people...what the fuck? I have had enough joy and sadness in Cairns to fill me up equally...and now it is just too fucking hot. So, happy to have been here, and equally happy to go...the life before going, so full of wonder, of babies, of children, of families, of creativity, and of despair, and then creativity again, and then, family again. We have the apartment here, but somehow, I doubt we will be back. Maybe one day for a tropical holiday, in 30 or 40 years time. Til then, we welcome your visits to us in the Great South of this ancient yet still unmade undefined country for some reason still called Australia...whatever that was. In the Human Heart and Mind, we are tricked for awhile for it is not really the seasons that change at all, it is the Meaning that is always changing. In this way we are all travellers in one way or another.

Being quite serious for a brief time, which is no effort, I'm happy to be leaving my current employer, and to be leaving Cairns. 
I've been 3 and 1/2 years with my employer, which, for me, is a reasonable enough time to do one particular thing well enough, and this time leaving without creating too much destructive trouble for the status quo. Long may they quo, as is their wont. 
I've been in Cairns, apart from about 8 years in Asia, for the last 25 years, or maybe more, and it has been...what can I say....very hot and tropical.
My fondest memories of Cairns are when I was asleep once sitting naked in a deck chair in the shallow sea just north of Buchan's Point...asleep for 8 hours in that chair and in that shallow warm salty Coral Sea as the tides changed back and forth, and turned all around me. Blissful indolence and sensory perfection within the soft murmur of the Great Sea. You can only have that once, I think, and that was years ago.
So I believe it is a good time to go from here... in this getting-near hottest wettest time of the Tropical Doldrum months, with cyclones yet to come. Yeecch! Cyclones are okay, really, but if you depend on them for entertainment of the mind and heart, then they are far too few and far between.
And then to arrive in Old Melbourne Town in it's hottest dry time, as unforeseen bushfires grip the rim of the city as they do every unforeseen and unprepared year...and then to gradual equip for the first cold winter I will have experienced in 30 years. Street noise, trams, 4 million people...what the fuck?
I have had enough joy and sadness in Cairns to fill me up equally...and now it is just too fucking hot.
So, happy to have been here, and equally happy to go...the life before going, so full of wonder, of babies, of children, of families, of creativity, and of despair, and then creativity again, and then, family again. We have the apartment here, but somehow, I doubt we will be back.
Maybe one day for a tropical holiday, in 30 or 40 years time. Til then, we welcome your visits to us in the Great South of this ancient yet still unmade undefined country for some reason still called Australia...whatever that was.
In the Human Heart and Mind, we are tricked for awhile for it is not really the seasons that change at all, it is the Meaning that is always changing. In this way we are all travellers in one way or another.